The madness train

The madness train

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
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Time to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late.

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    The  Madness train


            I'm twisted up.
            Hogties to bullshit.


            I'm strangled with useless things.
            I can't recognize my face in the mirror.


            Life based on my salary.
            Paying bills.
            Buying more useless things.


            New generation of children.
            Always wanting more.


            How many toys do you need?


            Today I will go to the River.
            Sit and try to find my mind again.


            Take my child to the park.
            Toss a baseball.
            Shoot a few baskets.


            Must stop this madness.
            Put away the video games.
            Turn off the televisions.


            Go outside.


            Feel the sun on my face.


            Get un-twisted.
            Get un-hogties to the B.S.


            Get off the madness train.


             Live life for the real pleasures.
             

             Friends and family.



                    Coyote
              26 April 2009

© 2012 Coyote Poetry


Author's Note

Coyote Poetry
We learn too late what is truly valuable.

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A reminder, and I cannot deny it's necessity, for this society and for me. This takes me by the shoulders and shakes me. So thank you for bringing notice to our own complacency. Something must be done. I think I should take some time to rediscover my own mind as well.

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wonderfully crafted

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Makes me want to go out and do something with my family. Very well writen!

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Wow. What beautiful words. I think everyone can relate


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I think the world today is based on what you can get and not what you have. Nothing wrong with hard work to get ahead in life but not being thankful for what you do have can lead you into all sorts of deep poverty. This is really good writing.

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Goodness this is deeply powerful. I like this lifei s full of lessons that
all of us must learn. Amazing write here.

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spending time with children is a great deal more important than spending money on the latest toys. Too many parents work long hours and think that expensive toys make up for neglect

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ooohhh gosh every single person who does not like the great outdoors needs to read this you are really preaching! All kids want to do now days is play those crazy violent games! Get out there "Go outside" as you said. Love it!

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Yes, we must try and remember what is most important in life. Often times we forget and/or are overwhelmed with all life throws at is. An awesome write!

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A beautiful message. So true.

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